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Bound To Be Round
🕑 Added 2023-08-23 05:06:20 +0000 UTCVignette I wrote a week or two ago trying to write other things, & wanted to have a piece to go along with it. I have a dialogue version of the picture but I put it in the back of the image rotation as to not spoil the story if you wanted to read it first. Non-leaky version available as well as a timelapse for those interested.
And yes, I should’ve gone with the other costume. But I mentioned tracksuit in the story.
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“We’re onto dessert,” she announced with a giddy series of claps, trying to center herself after the delicious meal she had simply just tasted. She could see her nose turn pale first. It only made her chew a little faster.
This time, as the taste hit her, she could feel that familiar sensation of it surging, coursing through her body almost instantaneously, as the surface layer of her skin continued to shift to blotches of blue. That now reassuring feeling of impossible fullness hitting that “wall,” like that initial bit of resistance you get when you blow up a balloon. But the pressure continued to mount & the swelling became instantly apparent.
Her theory seemed to hold some water. Er… juice, in this case. Having gone through this same process a few times already before this point, her body seemed more acclimated to the all-too sudden changes, & she was becoming bigger & bluer even faster now because of it. It was no longer resisting in the ways it used to. In sort of a bittersweet way, actually.
Yes, of course! Obviously it’d help her reach that end goal of hers all the quicker, but at the same time, part of her did enjoy the process. And she found it happening a little too quick to savor, as at this point, she had already transcended “peardom” & her figure already started to reach that impossible teardrop shape. Leaving the realm of natural human shapes, as her legs thickened into tree trunk-like cones. Just like the last times, they seemed to shorten from the top as her lower body brought her stretchiest pair of track pants to their very limits in under thirty seconds of chewing.
She took her obligatory few waddling steps, as she always did, remembering how hard all that extra fluid weight was on her knees. With the speed of the transformation, her window to do so felt increasingly small. And it wasn’t necessarily all that comfortable of a sensation, but something she still took a bit of a strange solace in. An indicator it was all really happening. That she was well on her way. Her steadily stiffening joints no longer really wanted to bend. And luckily this time? She maintained a lot better balance than she did the last time.
“Watch it,” her partner warned, acting a bit as a spotter. In her building anticipation, she had almost forgotten she wasn’t alone. “Be sure you don’t teeter over again.”
“I’m being [chew]… so careful… [chew] right now [chew],” She bossily assured, punctuating it with gum smacks. Even her lips were starting to feel puffy. The last thing she needed right now was to be nagged. At least not if it wasn’t going to be in a fun way. She wasn’t going to let it get her down though. “Can you believe [chew] just how fast [chew] I’m ripening this time around?” She tried to sway in such a way to show her body off. To rub out the smooth the wrinkles of her stretched out tank top. But she was already getting far too round & her arms & legs far too stiff to do anything but stick straight out to their furthest extensions. All she could sort of do was wobble in place as her body pushed out past her. Hell, her crotch felt as though it had swollen down past her knees to meet her ankles at this point, as she teetered on her one foot for a second before heavily planting the other.
“Heh,” her partner chuckled. “Ripening.”
“What?!” She snapped back. With all the fury of an aficionado upset the proper nomenclature wasn’t part of popular parlance. “That’s what it’s called! I mean [chew] I’m already practically more fruit than person at this point!” She puckered her lips & exhaled, tasting the intense blueberry flavor on her own breath. She wasn’t going to get hung up on any of that. She was starting to enter the crucial final stages. The part she had been waiting for. Make or break time. She hoped the third time would be a charm.
She was suddenly hit by a very weird feeling she only experienced in her first time. Having teetered onto her side the last time, she missed out. But there was something so crazy about feeling the region between her legs suddenly touch the floor. While still standing. And even crazier as it pressed against it all the more, as she & more importantly, her feet started to lift off & lose contact with every throbbing surge. Now with the pads of her feet barely scraping the ground, she likened it to her body effectively beaching itself. While it might’ve left her helpless, growing round enough to outgrow her feet gave her hope she’d reach her dream.
Locked in place & unable to move, she could only watch the stifled concern in her partner’s expression as she started to “sit” a little taller. She curled her plump lips into a smile & tried to give them a wave, but her sausage like fingers now felt as stiff as her arms did. And she could just barely wiggle at her wrist. Either way, it was far out to her side now, & probably even out of their peripheral vision.
With the pressure mounting & so much juice coursing through her, her heartbeat started to pound & reverberate in her own eardrums, the rhythm occasionally interrupted by a muffled, liquidy “glunk” or “glorp.” Her body had been a real trooper this whole time around, but even having been here before, stretched this far? Parts were beginning to ache.
Her “shoulders” kept going. Her chin pressed firmly against what was the top of her chest, it felt like her head was almost falling into a valley of herself as even the joints of her neck seemed to naturally articulate to the center & roll back. If she didn’t want all this, she felt like this part would be the nail in the coffin, & all around, pretty terrifying. But she was a girl on a mission.
“You holding up okay?” The concern in the voice cracked through, even over her own muffled, pounding pulse. She tried to muster a thumbs up, but her hands were too swollen now to do much more than flap around a bit. As tough as it was, she was going to have to use her words.
“Feels like… the more… I get used to this… the bigger… I’ll get…!” She realized how unhinged the joy in her voice must’ve sounded to her more reticent partner.
The internal pressure didn’t relent, but it seemed to slowly stop mounting. The surges began to dissipate. Her transformation was stabilizing. The growth slowing to intermittent releases of more juice. The moment of truth had finally arrived. “Quick!” She mustered. “Let me [chew] see!”
As she had asked & her partner had agreed to before she even stuck the gum in her mouth, their back-of-door floor to ceiling mirror was held up & angled into her line of view.
“Angle it… down…” she stammeringly commanded. Her partner obliged.
Suddenly, after everything, the joy started to drain from her face.
“No!” She cried. “Nonononononononono-NO!” She sputtered through full lips, bouncing in place, flapping her vestigial hands & feet in protest.
“Oh god… are you…?” Her partner worried. “Isn’t this… what you wanted?”
“No!” She repeated in utter dismay. “I’m not… -tck-“
“I just don’t get it,” her partner shrugged.
“Look!” She commanded, bobbing her head slightly toward her hand. “You can still see… where my arms & legs used… to be! And my… tits!! They’re… enormous! Way bigger than… the last time even!”
“Yeah, um… I still don’t get what your issue is,” her partner shrugged. “I mean you look awfully round to me!”
“No,” she panted. “You just don’t… understand! I want to be… 1971 Spherical round!” She wobbled angrily. “Vintage Violet! Head, hands, feet… nothing else! A complete… orb!”
“But… I mean… you’re still basically a big blue ball of juice!” She was frustrated by their attempt to deflect from her dream.
“No,” she sighed, drooping into her divots. “Not round enough…”
“Well I’m sorry you’re disappointed.” Her partner stroked her side encouragingly. “What can I do to help?” She looked up with a tearful glimmer as a smile flickered across her face.
“We… still have another stick… of gum, right?” Her expression growing more devilish under her swollen features by the second. “Start squeezing!” She commanded. “We have to… try again!!”
Comments
Zoe Acker
That old movie has done more harm to blueberries than good. I mean, the unrealistic body standards are just ridiculous! No one can be *that* round.
Debauched Sloth
Love it when your art comes with these little stories. I particularly liked your description of the initial inflation being like the momentary resistance you feel when blowing up a balloon, then it suddenly yielding as the expansion starts. This is how I've always imagined it, anyway
